Scarred By My Alpha
“I don’t know who you want me to find, Alpha Malric, but it is going to cost you a fortune.”
I rolled my eyes and glanced around, “Let me guess, that is because of my status?”
He nodded brazenly, “Of course,” he replied flatly, “I get offers from rich merchants and even the poor men around here seeking to find a loved one or an enemy,” he suddenly grinned at me, twisting the scar on his cheek, “but whoever can drag the great Alpha away from the comfort and protection of his pack out into the wild certainly has to be someone of great value.”
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